Miashakti

It seems this is the day I ground myself here…

I am often slow as a turtle to move into things…but I run deep so this entry means….I'm really here.

I work as sort of a 'wounded healer” and if I look around me, I suppose we all are…. We live in an age of war, we all face deaths and losses of every kind every day…And yet we all see that this world we live in is magical and mysterious and perhaps is getting more so every day.

On my journey as a tantrika I have been in heaven and I have been in hell, and I gottta tell you, I prefer heaven… Really I do.

When I was a kid in Catholic school (with a Jewish mother..oy) 

I got it crystal clear that heaven wasn't a place you go to when you die, but  a state of consciousness, and it was up to us collectively to create it. It was the big hidden game of life. I knew (very  young) that sin was a lie and that we are all innocent. And I was drawn to Eastern concepts like karma to explain why bad things happen to good people, rather than moralistic ideas of 

good and bad, right and wrong, reward and punishment by some higher authority in the clouds.

So, long story short, after my beloved brother came home from a military deployment and committed suicide, and a miserable sexless marriage to a Wall Street type, I joined the fledgling consciousness movement as an apprentice to Ken Keyes, Jr (Handbook to Higher Consciousness, Conscious Persons Guide to Relationships, How to Love Your Life in Spite of it All, etc.) .at Cornucopia Institute in St. Mary's, Kentucky. 

While I lived at Corn. U. I met a truly yummy Southern California surfer boy, and together we got lovingly bounced outta there for satisfying our irrepressible lust on the altar of the chapel, and other hidden (or so we thought) places.. The lesson here was that California surfer boys are infinitely more fun naked than double breasted navy blue pinstriped Wall Street types… Please forgive if I offend anyone here…I didn't mean to.

This sweet and studly hunk of male (11 years my junior) was a tantric initiate, soon to become a sannyasin, who got annoyed at  himself  when he ejaculated. So that was really my first experience of making love for long enough to really melt into someone else, and consequently to energetically melt into life.

Many long stories later, after becoming a sannyasin to Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh, (now known as Osho) while he was still alive, I realized that too few people in our culture have any real information about the mysteries of sex and spirit (no fault implied here …where are they going to get it? Pornography? Hollywood, their parents? their peers? who didn't get it from any of those sources either, right…) and out of that was later born my work which I have lovingly called Tantric Healling Touch. There's an mp3 on my website called “Make Love Not War” and it talks about war as the outpicturing of a nations repressed libido. Among other informative and juicy things.

And that's my sweet little contribution to the creation of Heaven on Earth.

Oh and BTW, I am finally, after a long time of being deliberately single, interviewing for the role of My Intimate King..

Are you He?

My current affirmation is

“My very existence is more than enough to fulfill my beloved beyond his wildest dreams”

“I Know You're Out There Somewhere, Somewhere, Somewhere, 

I Know You're Out There Somewhere, and Someday You''ll 

Return Again To Me…”. The Moody Blues

“Make Love Not War”                    “Imagine”

Blessings and namaste my Gaia friends,

Jivana